Hey Yous!

Yup! We're in Saskatchewan! Where people actually say "yous." (And where, as you may have guessed there's simply no Internet cafes. In fact, I'm typing this on our fancy phone. Which is kinda hard, so this'll be on the shorter side.) Anyway people say "yous" and it's folksy and friendly, which kinda sums up what our week's been like.

I've been dying to post about our visit in Calgary and the trip to Drumheller that wasn't and the related issue of headwinds that have slowed us down in a serious, alarming way. Oh and we spent the night in an old one room school house that was haunted (even Kieran concedes that now) and visited my parents and stayed in a non-haunted old Eatons catalogue house.

But at the moment, it's all overshadowed by something that happened yesterday. We found a duck who had just been hit by a truck. She was stunned and sitting in the shoulder, unable to move. One of her eyes was filled with blood and her bill was cracked and bleeding and she just looked at us helplessly when we approached. It was heartbreaking to see. We put our bikes down and Kieran picked her up and carried her as gently as possible to where there were some reeds and a small pond. She was so stunned she didn't even struggle at all. We just wanted to get her off the side of the road so could be in the shade and away from all the traffic. She stood up on her own once she was in the reeds, but she was too dizzy to walk yet. We decided to just leave her in peace so that we wouldn't cause her any more stress. I really don't know if she could have survived. Her wings were fine but she obviously had a head injury. It made us both deeply heartsick, all the more so because we've been so delighted by all the ducks and ducklings we've seen on the trip.

Okay. That's all for now. We're off to catch a play at the Regina Fringe Festival. Let's hope the rest of the nation is slightly better conected than the bald prairie.